Chapter 27
Chapter 27
Oliver's self-righteous attitude cut Chloe to the core.
She retorted painfully and resentfully, "You think I'm so bored that I'd follow you around?"
If she hadn't been taking their daughter to the emergency room in the middle of the night, she wouldn't
have found out that Oliver was off at a movie with another woman.
Oliver shot back defiantly, "So how did you know I was at the movies with someone else?"
"So you're admitting it?" Chloe was crushed.
Oliver was momentarily lost for words, but quickly regained his self-righteous composure.
"So what if I went to a movie? Can't I have a break?"
"What sort of husband goes to a movie in the middle of the night with someone else?"
"Chloe, can you just drop it? Going to a movie doesn't mean I cheated on you. Don't treat me like a
criminal, okay?"
Oliver's tone grew more steadfast.
Chloe felt like she had nowhere to vent her anger and bitterness; having a husband like this made
everything seem futile.
She glared at Oliver resentfully.
Oliver looked back at her, clearly annoyed.
"Chloe, look at you, always playing the victim, thinking the world is unfair to you. Who are you playing
this act for? What do I owe you?"
"I work my ass off to ensure you have a carefree life, letting you enjoy being a full-time housewife. A life
many women can only dream of. What more do you want?"
At this point, their daughter Aria, who had been awakened by their argument, walked weakly into the
living room.
She noticed that her parents were in a heated argument, causing her face to be full of fear and worry.
"Dad, Mom, are you fighting again?"
Chloe immediately put on a smile, walked over to her daughter, and patted her head.
"No, honey. Dad and Mom were just discussing something. We didn't mean to wake you up. Mommy
apologizes."
Chloe quickly noticed that her daughter was barefoot on the cold floor, so she quickly picked her up
and took her back to her room.
She rubbed her daughter's little feet, "You just got over your fever; how could you walk barefoot on the
cold floor? Get back to bed and rest; you need lots of sleep when you're sick."
Oliver followed them in.
Though he didn't spend much time with the kids, he loved them dearly.
He just assumed that with his wife and mother to look after the kids, he could slack off.
However, when the kids got sick, Oliver would also get anxious, "What's wrong with Aria?"
If Aria wasn't there, Chloe would have ignored Oliver.
She didn't want her daughter to see her parents arguing.
She tried to control her emotions and briefly explained to Oliver about Aria's fever.
Oliver quickly got a glass of warm water for Aria, "Aria, you need to drink more water when you have a
fever; drink this and then go back to sleep."
Aria looked at Oliver expectantly, "Dad, I wish you wouldn't... argue with mom. Mom has to work and
take care of me and my brother; it's really tough." NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.
"Dad didn't argue with mom." Oliver patted Aria's head gently, "Now, finish your water."
After Aria finished her water, Oliver and Chloe left the room.
Oliver glanced at Chloe, "You better not go to work on Monday."
"Why don't you want me to go to work?" Chloe asked, feeling wronged.
Oliver said self-righteously, "If you hadn't insisted on going to work and neglected the kids, would Aria
have gotten sick and had a high fever?"
"Oliver, how can you blame me for Aria getting sick?" Chloe was provoked again.
She had already been generous enough not to blame Oliver for not being there when Aria got sick and
had a fever.
But now Oliver was biting back?
What kind of logic was this?
Chloe was so upset that she was about to lose it.
She was afraid she would lose control and wake Aria up with another argument, so she chose to
remain silent.
Arguing with such a person was a waste of time.
That night, she and Oliver once again slept in their separate rooms.
Chloe was full of doubt as she lay in bed alone.
How did her marriage end up like this? What should she do?
Divorce was not a solution.
But how could she continue with this marriage?
What should she do?
When Roxanne returned home from Chloe's, it was 2:40 in the morning.
Vincent hadn't gone to bed.
After seeing that Roxanne had returned, he quickly turned on the light, "Anne, you're finally back."
"Dad, why are you still up?" Roxanne had planned to sneak into her room quietly, but she hadn't
expected Vincent to stay up.
Vincent asked with concern, "Anne, how is your friend's child? Has her condition improved?"
"She's no longer feverish, but… Chloe's situation is quite complicated. I'll tell you when I have time.
Dad, you should go to bed. I'm sorry for disturbing you by coming home so late."
There was the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Roxanne asked, "Dad, is Harrison taking a shower?"
"He just got back too." Vincent answered.
"This late?" Roxanne frowned, "Did he have to work overtime until this late?"
She walked to the bathroom door and knocked.
Harrison, who was having a shower, paused.
Despite having lived here for a while, Harrison was still not used to this cramped bathroom.
With his six-foot-tall figure, standing in this tiny space always made him feel like he couldn't fully stretch
out.
He was already in a bad mood, and the knock on the door only agitated him more, "Can you not knock
when I'm taking a shower?"
"Sorry." Roxanne said, "I just wanted to ask if you're hungry; do you want me to cook something for
you?"
He must have had a tough time working until this late.
So Roxanne wanted to cook something for him.
Harrison's stomach was indeed growling.
Knowing Roxanne was offering to cook for him made his tone soften a bit, "Just whip up anything."
After his shower, Harrison saw Vincent sleeping on the couch and couldn't help but frown, "Didn't you
say you'd move out if I agreed to start a small business with Roxanne?"
"Yes." Vincent said, "I'll be moving out in a few days."
"Why wait a few days?”
Harrison wished he would move out today.
But it was already late at night, so the earliest he could move would be tomorrow.
He didn't want to continue sharing a room with Roxanne; it was affecting his sleep.
Living with a woman who was beautiful and caught his eye was already stressful enough.
Even worse, this woman was his lawful wife; how could he get a good night's sleep?
Vincent said, "There's a single room in this building. The tenant will move out in a few days; it's right
upstairs. When he moves out, I'll move in."
"You're moving into a single room?" Harrison frowned, "Don't you have your own house?"
Their family owned a ton of properties. More than they could live in.
They even developed several buildings nearby.
If Vincent wanted to live closer, he could easily find a big house to move into.
Why would Vincent live in a simple rental room?
Especially one in a farmers' apartment without an elevator.
Harrison didn't get it.
Vincent whispered, "To take care of my daughter-in-law, it's convenient for me to cook for her."
At that moment, the bedroom door cracked open.
Roxanne came out and quickly pulled Harrison inside, "Harrison, I made you some salad and
sandwiches; eat inside. Don't disturb Dad's sleep."
After pulling Harrison inside, she squeezed half of her body out of the door and said to Vincent with a
smile, "Dad, get some sleep. We won't disturb you."
Harrison sat in front of the low tea table in the room, elegantly eating his sandwich with a knife and fork.
His movements made it look like he was enjoying a fine dining meal.
Roxanne was puzzled, "Harrison, why do you always eat so elegantly? Sandwiches are for eating, but
you treat them like a piece of art."
"Is a sandwich the only thing you can make?" Harrison retorted.
"What's wrong with sandwiches? They're not good enough?"
"They don't taste that great."
"Then stop eating. I went out of my way to make this for you, and you're being so picky."
Roxanne snatched the knife and fork from his hand, but Harrison picked up the sandwich and elegantly
turned the plate half a circle, continuing to eat without missing a beat.
This wasn't the first time he had eaten her sandwiches.
Although the recipe was simple, the taste was very good.
Her food had a heartwarming taste; it felt like he was eating the essence of life every time he took a
bite.
He had never had this feeling before. Now, he seemed to get a taste for it.
While eating his sandwich, Harrison glanced at Roxanne.
She really knew how to enjoy life.
Roxanne looked up and noticed him looking at her. She blinked and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Harrison continued to eat, "These sandwiches aren't as bad as I thought."
He even finished the salad.
After eating, he brushed his teeth and still chose to sleep on the floor.
Roxanne, however, slept on the bed.
She chatted with him about Chloe's difficulties, lamenting her friend's hard times.
Harrison suddenly asked, "Roxanne, have you ever kissed someone before?"